Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.